"Mr. Wei! M.D. Wei—"

In the side hall, a little palace maid ran in furiously, shouting something. Cao Yuzhang glanced at the bed, straightened his clothes, and walked out.

"What's the fuss about at this late hour?"

The palace maid turned pale and knelt down.

"May the saints decide! I found this in Madam Zhang's clothes cage..."

In the hand of the palace maid is a bamboo tube.

Doctor Wei carefully opened the lid of the cylinder, and there were two writhing insects inside, as well as a piece of paper with a spell written on it and Zhang Xueyi's horoscope folded in it...

"Witch, witch Gu?"

Doctor Wei seemed to have been bitten by something on his hand. His arm went numb. The bamboo tube in his hand fell to the ground, and two worms fell out and squirmed on the ground.

Cao Yuzhang frowned: "Speak clearly."

Dr. Wei did not dare to raise his head, and his voice trembled slightly, "Returning to what the saint said, when I was young, I heard someone say that there was a miasma in Lingnan, and poisonous snakes and beasts were rampant. The locals used witchcraft as medicine, and witchcraft and poison were prevalent, and they did not take medicine when they were sick.

Only summon witches and dance ghost ears..."

Lingnan, miasma, dancing ghosts and summoning witches.

A face flashes in everyone's mind.

"Saint!" Meng Ning was even more straightforward and said in horror: "Yesterday, our wife was in great condition, and the official came to see her and talked to her for a while... Then she suddenly had an attack in the evening. This time

The attack is so fierce that the decoction is useless."

After a pause, she swallowed her saliva and looked at Cao Yuzhang as if she mustered up her courage:

"My maid remembers that Miss Ayima said yesterday that she wanted to invite a witch doctor to cure our wife's illness. I don't know, I don't know if it has anything to do with this..."

In the eyes of the Central Plains people, the witch doctor Gu insects in the wild land of Guangnan are inherently evil. Moreover, the witchcraft disaster during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty resulted in tens of thousands of people being implicated and killed. From then on, witchcraft Gu became a royal taboo, and people

People talk about witchcraft. However, in the past dynasties, witchcraft, evil spirits, prophecies and other evil things are still common and often used by people to attack opponents.

For a moment, there was silence in the hall.

The talisman and the poisonous insect fell to the ground, making people's bodies numb and numb, and they didn't dare to take another look.

Cao Yuzhang: “Where is Ayima?”

Only then did Meng Ning realize that at some point, she was no longer in the room.

"Hey, we were still here just now... Saint, that Nanman woman must have done something to kill our wife..."

Everyone in Huining Hall nodded.

To them, Ayima from Dali was a blind foreigner, mysterious, weird, and unsociable. If such a thing happened, it was not her who did it, but who did it.

As for why she wanted to harm Concubine Zhang?

"Perhaps he wants to use some evil tricks to control the imperial concubine? Let the imperial concubine be used by him?" Meng Ning glanced at the two ugly and disgusting bugs, looked away and continued:

"My maid was surprised yesterday. Our wife never likes outsiders disturbing her purity. But when that Ayima came, she was willing to listen to her in everything and even stayed with her..."

Meng Ning mentioned it, and the other maids nodded in agreement.

"That's it. Maybe she is really causing trouble..."

"Who knows what foreigners from Dali have in their bellies? Our lady is the most favored by the officials. If we control our lady, wouldn't that be the same as controlling..."

Cao Yuzhang frowned slightly and looked at everyone with disapproval.

"It's about the country, how can we talk nonsense? Go get the person back and talk about it later."

There was a lot of noise in the palace.

Only Zhang Xue was quiet.

"Concubine!?"

An exclamation broke everyone's argument.

Everyone's eyes turned to the hospital bed.

"Lady!"

"The imperial concubine is dead!"

"Oh... Madam, you haven't waited for the official family yet!"

There was a lot of crying in Huining Hall, bursts of real and fake sobs.

Cao Yuzhang turned around in a daze and looked at Zhang Xueyi's ghost-white face under the firelight. His eyes were filled with fog and he couldn't see anything clearly.

After a while, she slowly stood up.

"I'll go ask the officials."

·

Xiangluan Pavilion is located at the northernmost part of the harem, far away from the official Funing Hall, the queen's Kunning Hall, and the noble concubine's Huining Hall. Therefore, it is extremely clean, and almost no sound from the front can be heard.

But no matter how far the road is, it can't stop the emperor's legs.

Queen Cao looked at the dimly flickering palace lantern and pursed her lips slightly.

"Hongyun goes and knocks on the door."

In the inner hall, Zhao Zhen was sleeping soundly.

The emperor, who is in his forties, is not young anymore, and the affairs of the country are complicated. He is also extremely diligent and never slacks off. Therefore, although there are many beauties in the palace, it has been difficult for him to get even the rain and dew in the past two years.

After struggling with Zhou Yiliu last night, he was exhausted. When he heard a knock on the door, saying that the imperial concubine was dead, he thought he was having a nightmare.

Empress Cao came to summon people in person, but Zhou Yiliu did not dare to shirk.

Although she had some doubts about the development of Zhang Xueyi's condition, it didn't matter how people died anyway, as long as they died tonight and could drag people she didn't like to hell with them, then Zhang Xue

It is also considered a worthy death.

"Guan family, wake up quickly..."

"The noble concubine...she has gone to the official house, please go and have a look."

Zhao Zhen woke up from his dream and saw Zhou Yiliu's teary eyes. It took him a moment to wake up completely. His heart felt like a convulsion and his mind went blank for a moment. He sat up in a panic, got dressed and went out.

Zhou Yiliu saw that he was walking too hastily, missing one foot and almost falling, so he smiled slightly behind him and followed him slowly.

The woman who was at the forefront of his heart was not able to see her before he died. As the emperor, was he upset or guilty at this moment, or... finally put down his burdens and feel relaxed?

·

Cao Yuzhang stood in the cool breeze outside the door with his shoulders straight and his face calm, waiting.

Zhao Zhen saw her and looked at each other from a distance, his eyes inexplicably hard.

"The noble concubine...is dead?"

"Yes." Cao Yuzhang said calmly: "I didn't feel peaceful when I saw you leaving. I kept thinking of you."

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

Cao Yuzhang was silent and glanced at Zhou Yiliu behind him.

Zhao Zhen looked back blankly and remained silent.

The two of them got on their shoulders.

On the way, Cao Yuzhang told Zhao Zhen what happened in Huining Palace tonight, just like a subordinate reporting work to his superior, without any emotional ups and downs, but fulfilling his duties.

They are a couple, but they don't look like a couple.

Zhao Zhen frowned and looked at her, a little unhappy, but he was restless tonight and didn't want to quarrel with Cao Yuzhang.

Enough noise.

·

Xin Yi has seen the scene of the emperor's arrival in the TV series more than once, but experiencing it in real life makes her feel novel and nervous every time.

The atmosphere in Huining Hall became more solemn because of the emperor's arrival.

"Noble concubine?" Zhao Zhen held Zhang Xueyi's cold hand and looked at Zhang Xueyi who was silent on the bed. He slowly sat on the bedside with his eyes red and almost crying.

"Why didn't you wait for me a little longer?"

Zhao Zhen lowered his head and held Zhang Xueyi in his arms.

Hug tightly, tightly.

No one knows what the emperor is thinking...

There was a lot of crying in Huining Hall.

Wuyang Wuyang, the palace servant who was waiting for Zhang Xueyi, knelt on the ground.

"Guan Jia, you have to make the decision for our wife."

"Our lady died miserably and unjustly."
To be continued...